Love, learn, play

*Kyarst* · 06-07-2015, 09:05 PM

His attention was now fully set upon Rhythm as he tried to think of how in the world this was going to work. He was not used to restraining himself, even in a spar, and the idea of small wounds only meant that he would really have to be conscious about every move he made. It would be a challenge, though, and that part was exciting. “I'll be fine, if it gets tough on me I'll stop.” That was a fat chance, but he knew it would calm her if he said it out loud and at least pretended he meant it. Kyarst was not one to back down, even if it meant hurting himself more in the process.

He narrowed his eyes then, keeping his gaze fixed upon her. His head slipped down to fall level with his spine while his ears tucked back over his skull. His chin tilted downward just slightly enough that his neck was protected from immediate danger. Limbs spread out equally to distribute his weight, bending ever so slightly to lower his center of gravity to keep from being knocked over if she immediately tried to shove him. His toes spread out and gripped the earth, digging his claws into the soft terrain beneath him. His lips drew taut over his muzzle, allowing the tips of his pearly white teeth to gleam in the patches of light that caught them through the canopy of trees. His tail flagged outward in a last ditch effort to keep his balance sure - he'd learned a lot from his last fight and wouldn't make the same mistakes again.

[It's agreed upon by Kat and I that Kyarst and Rhythm are positioned 3 ft apart facing each other.]

He wouldn't wait much longer. The promise of a fight was far too appealing, especially since he'd been out of commission for a while now. In an instant he began to move forward and stretched his right front paw out, aiming to snare it just behind her left front paw and drag it forward to decrease her balance. In the same movement he extended his neck (being sure to keep it low and on the same plane with his spine) slightly to his own left (her right) in attempt to turn his muzzle to face the thick fur and flesh of her neck just behind her jawbone and bite down with mild force. His intent would be to hold fast to the area, but to keep his pressure light so that she wouldn't be severely injured. In all of this he would continue his forward motion in hopes of bringing their bodies into a very close proximity and, if possible, butt the center of both of their chests together with enough force to bruise or cause discomfort.

Kyarst v Rhythm for SPAR
I of II

“speak,”

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